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He appeared in my life as some kind of sage, or wizard – a Gandalf or Merlin – grey-bearded, wise to the world, stepping out from the edge of a grey forest at a crossroads, and, smiling, nudging me gently towards my true way.

Van Badham

And the voyage changes yet again. I am weary and had a poor night’s sleep with a loud drunken party next door. I have woken disturbed and lonely and defeated.

How many times in my life have I reached this state ? Of real defeat ?

I begin to pack a box here and a box there. Idly. I begin to eat and think of going to the shops. Then I consider bed instead. I am done in.

“He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.” ― Angela Carter, Wayward Girls and Wicked Women

“Because we have viewed other animals through the myopic lens of our self-importance, we have misperceived who and what they are. Because we have repeated our ignorance, one to the other, we have mistaken it for knowledge.” Tom Regan